Better than smoking. There is, as usual, a reason for my crazy musings. See the picture below? I took that a few days ago to post for all of you to have a look at my California knitting. I am trying to get a couple of small projects done, or almost done to gift when I get there.
You all remember Sebastian monkey? Do you also remember my promise to make one Angie? Well in this photo, Chongo is meeting Wrongo for the first time. He tried to say hello and tell Wrongo how jealous he was that Wrongo had a hat (Shannon's birthday sock). Sadly Wrongo can't here a thing Chongo has to say, Wrongo has no ears.
The point here has nothing to do with Wrongo's ears. There have been a couple of times in my life when I have been very nervous and worried, Monday night one of those times. During those few moments, I have thought to myself, "I wish for just one moment that I was smoker, then I would have something to do with my hands, with my energy." Of course I am a runner so smoking is out of the question for me. There is the fact that I think it gross too.
Monday night, or early Tuesday morning, Sebastian woke up with a nasty, choking, gagging cough. He was a bit panicky and his breathing was pretty laboured. We tried some Nin Jom, a homeopathic cough syrup and it did not touch it. I took Sebastian into the bathroom, because I thought he was going to get sick. I noticed that his hand was clutched tight like he was holding something in it. I pried open his hand and found a bead in it. I wondered if in his sleep he had put one in his mouth and it was stuck in his airway.
We tried a steamy bathroom and I talked to him a bit to try to calm him down. He seemed to settle a bit and took him into bed and laid sown with him. He was breathing was very weezy and he was still labouring a bit with it.
Paul and I talked about what we should do and decided unanimously that airway was nothing to play with and we (that meaning me) should take him to the hospital. I took him down there around one in the morning. On my way out the door I grabbed my wallet and my knitting. The wait to get into the ER here can be as long as 8 hours. I did not think I would be that long with a child having difficulty breathing, but you never know.
The cough and choking seemed to settle down once I got Sebastian outside. I relaxed some after this and began to think along the lines of croup rather than an obstructed airway, but better safe than sorry.
As you can see by the xray taken, there was no bead obstructing his airway and the Dr. Did figure it was a case of croup. He gave Sebastian something to decrease the swelling in is airway and sent us home. We were back in bed around 3:30 a.m. but Sebastian did not settle down to sleep until about 5:00.
Sebastian charmed everyone in the hospital, he asked the nurse her name and said please and thank you to everyone. He asked the Dr. When he got to have to have a sleep and if he slept in the hospital. He asked the xray tech. If he could have his pictures to take to school for show and tell. He was very sweet, he had his Pooh bear and favorite blanket with him and was working the wheeze and the cough for all the nurses.
Shannon's sock served me well to help with the worry jitters, and was much better for me than smoking would be. I think the normalcy of me knitting away helped Sebastian relax too. Here is one more picture for you to see how much I got done in the hospital.
therapeutic and pretty. If I was the same shoe size as Shannon, I would keep these for my own, the yarn is so pretty. The colours are so Shannon.